It was one of those lazy days. I hadn’t made any plans…and my day was completely free. This thought energized me as I jumped out of bed to begin my day. It was beautiful outside…so I decided I would head to the beach.
I found a very secluded spot at the edge of one of my favorite beaches…and quickly spread my blanket out. There weren’t very many people at the beach that day…as this was a workday or school day for most people.
I laid down on my back and relaxed into a state of complete oblivion. I don’t know how long I had been lying there…but eventually one of my hands found its way to a breast…and began lightly stroking the nipple. I shivered with pleasure as I continued to play with my nipple.
This behavior was natural for me…since I had a difficult time keeping my hands away from my breasts. It had been this way for quite some time…because my breasts loved the attention…especially my nipples. I had been blessed with beautiful breasts that were full and luscious…and even though they were considered quite large by some people’s standards…I thought a 46 DDD was the perfect size for me.
Since I had lived alone for a long time…I had developed a habit of cupping…tweaking…and rolling my nipples for hours on end. I simply could not play with them enough. This constant attention kept my nipples hard…and in a constant state of arousal. I had even noticed that with all the extra attention…my breasts seemed a bit fuller lately…and I often fantasized about a complete stranger coming up to me in public…and asking to fondle my breasts. Just the thought of this fantasy would make my nipples extremely hard…and my pussy very wet.
As I laid there for awhile stroking my nipples…I suddenly felt like someone was watching me. My eyes reluctantly squinted open to see if I had unexpected company. Once my eyes focused…I realized I did. My company was sitting about 15 feet away…and he was smiling at me. What I also noticed is his eyes were glued to my breasts. I felt myself blush…and my hands quickly went to cover my very erect nipples. The man shook his head…and whispered, “Don’t be embarrassed. You have very beautiful breasts. I wish I could caress them for you.”
I was speechless. My heart started to race…and I knew that I wanted him to touch me…but my head kept saying…he’s a stranger. The man slowly got up and walked over to where I was laying. My eyes never left his eyes as he gently kneeled down beside me. He then reached out with his right hand and gently stroked his fingers across my left nipple. I inhaled unexpectedly as a delicious sensation coursed through my body.
That was the cue he needed. Both of his hands claimed my breasts…and began stroking and tweaking them through my top. By this time my nipples were so erect…I know they had to be 2 inches long. At this point…he moved his hands underneath my top…and dislodged it completely from my breasts. I pulled it off from around my neck…and quickly tossed it to the side before lying back down on my blanket.
My mystery man took his time massaging and stroking my breasts before eventually lowering his mouth to my left nipple. I cried out in sheer delight when he sucked my fat nipple into his mouth. His other hand continued to play with my right nipple as he feasted on my breast. He eventually changed sides and gave my right breast all the attention it desired. I don’t know how long this encounter lasted…because time really didn’t matter. I can tell you that my nipples and breasts ached in a really good way from all the attention he had given them. When he finished…he helped me put my top back on…and then leaned over and sweetly kissed my check before he turned and made his way back down the beach.
I laid there for a long time after...just remembering all the sensations I had just experienced. I eventually got up to leave…and when I picked my blanket up…something floated down onto the sand. I reached down and picked up a business card. I quickly stuck it and my blanket into my beach bag before I made my journey back to the car.
That was 2 weeks ago. I’ve replayed that afternoon over and over many times since it happened….and I still have my mystery man’s card.
I wonder everyday if today will be the day that I call him.
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